LLC

I just took her name and made that bitch a LLC Stuff a couple stacks up in there, bitch, get on your feet You'd make twice as much if you switch it up, just to see To you, he's rich and famous, but he's just a guy to me I feel like I'm King Kong Name still going ding-dong It's two girls gettin' more money And they don't rap, they sing songs I stay with that pink on Pink furs and them pink thongs Goons out if they blink wrong Think hard, but don't think long Pink Friday had Eminem Spit hard but I'm feminine Iconic trio on Monster Goblins and gremlins What's left that I didn't do? You bit the forbidden fruit You thought you'd get my spot? Who the fuck was kiddin' you? Took a lil' break, but I'm back to me Tryna make a new Nicki, where the factory? They'll never toe to toe on a track with me There'll never be another one after me 'Cause the skill level still just a half of me Blasphemy, my niggas will blast for me All these low IQ hoes baffle me Tell 'em that I wash bitches take a bath for me Bunch of trophies in my crib like a athlete I see them giving fake love but that trash is weak Man, you know that I ripped, every rapper beat You know Nicki gon' eat, bon appétit Used to get real hype off a half a mil' Used to get real high off a half a pill We don't pay niggas to front like they like my shit We don't pay niggas to come in and write my shit, uh Now carry on, now carry on Now carry on, now carry on Swish, swish, I'm just gettin' my Curry on G6 flow, all Louis V carry-ons I just took her name and made that bitch a LLC Stuff a couple stacks up in there, bitch, get on your feet You'd make twice as much if you switch it up, just to see To you, he's rich and famous, but he's just a guy to me You made me, you made me, yeah You made me, you made me, yeah, yeah On blood, you made me, you made me, yeah, yeah, yeah You made me (okay), you made me (haha, uh) Yo, you made me do it, hoe I told you, "Get low" (told you get low) I'm popping tens, but they gotta be yellow I'm New York Nick, I'm ballin', where Carmelo? (O.K. 'Melo) I'm wavy, word to Shawty L-O, hello How your jacket say Porsche and you never rode a Porsche? How you supposed to make the quota when you never went North? How the fuck you got Ferraris when you never went sport? All that hoopin' and hollerin', still ain't scorin' on the court (rrrr) You made me, you made me, yeah You made me, you made me, yeah, yeah On blood, you made me, you made me, yeah, yeah You made me (okay), you made me (haha) Ayy yo, look at what they made me do, they made me do Switched the foreign on 'em, navy blue to baby blue Look at how they started pussy poppin' when 80 flew All my niggas move that Britney, Ari, yeah, Katy, too Niggas gassed on the really though, gas I pumped them Straight trash on the really, yo, yes, I dumped him Push the limits, I'm a pushy bitch, yes, I bumped him Pushed past being filthy rich, ask I trumped them 'Cause I scare her, scare her, my biggest era, era Never been clearer, clearer, don't force it, Farrah, Farrah Because you'll never be me, that's word to Bella, Gigi Dolce Gabbana, DG, pretty gang rated PG (woah) Now carry on, now carry on Now carry on, now carry on Swish, swish, I'm just gettin' my Curry on G6 flow, all Louis V carry-ons I just took her name and made that bitch a LLC Stuff a couple stacks up in there, bitch, get on your feet You'd make twice as much if you switch it up, just to see To you, he's rich and famous, but he's just a guy to me (guy to me) On blood, you made me, you made me You made me, you made me, yeah, yeah On blood, you made me, you made me, yeah, yeah, yeah You made me (okay), you made me (haha)